I fed the calves somewhat early this morning.
As my laid back constitution dictates, I hung the feed bucket on the nearest T-pole, hooked my arms over the top of the cattle fence and moo-ed at the calves, thinking, of course, that familiarity will pay off in the fall when we have to load the suckers for butcher.
The fence began to vibrate. It did. I talked to me in a buzz and the bucket began to dance, a tune less chittering on the fence and T-pole.
It went on long enough or me to check the trees, cows and the dog for any alerting or vibrations. None. The animals didn’t react at all, the trees didn’t shake.
The fence vibrated, the bucket shimmy danced in place and I felt it in the soles.
The news channels are still doing after shocks.
From the reaches,